Too Drunk To. by Karen Cline-Tardiff

He slurred over her body, ravenous

for the cherry at the bottom of

her whiskey sour, half-drunk

With rheumy eyes and meaty hands

that couldn’t hold a swizzle stick,

much less his flaccid ego

While she lay contorted among

the spilled ruins of stale butts and

sticky liquers and forthcoming

hangovers.

Karen has been writing as long as she could hold a pen. Her works can be seen in Nowhere Poetry & Flash Fiction, Tuck Magazine, Ampersand Literary, Pif Magazine, Unlikely Stories, and an upcoming edition of The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. She has a Kindle edition book of poetry, Stumbling to Breathe, which can be found on Amazon.